(Comes in.) Ah, good evening, good
evening!
Bernick: Is anything the matter, Krap?
Krap: I say nothing, Mr. Bernick.
Sandstad: The entire crew of the "Indian Girl" are drunk; I will
stake my reputation on it that they won't come out of it alive.
(LONA comes in from the right.)
Lona: Ah, now I can say his good-byes for him.
Bernick: Is he on board already?
Lona: He will be directly, at any rate. We parted outside the
hotel.
Bernick: And he persists in his intention?
Lona: As firm as a rock.
Rummel (who is fumbling at the window): Confound these new-
fangled contrivances; I cannot get the curtains drawn.
Lona: Do you want them drawn? I thought, on the contrary--
Rummel: Yes, drawn at first, Miss Hessel. You know what is in the
wind, I suppose?
Lona: Yes. Let me help you. (Takes hold of the cords.) I will
draw down the curtains on my brother-in-law--though I would much
rather draw them up.
Rummel: You can do that too, later on. When the garden is filled
with a surging crowd, then the curtains shall be drawn back, and
they will be able to look in upon a surprised and happy family.
Citizens' lives should be such that they can live in glass
houses! (BERNICK opens his mouth, as though he were going to say
something; but he turns hurriedly away and goes into his room.
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